Yesterday was a bad day for me as a mommy. The kids were ON FIRE!! ON FREAKING FIRE!!!! It was just one of those days were I could not win and the minutes were ticking by slower than Conor drives on the freeway.
After lunch I had some chores to do. So, I said, "Hey, when mommy finishes cleaning up, do you guys want to go to the park?" They all cheered... "YES!!" Cool, "You have enough time to clean up your play room. When all the toys are picked up, we will go."
Over the course of the next 30 minutes the kids just kept playing, fighting and screaming. Not one toy was put away. I reminded them a dozen times,"If you don't pick up your toys, we WILL NOT go to the park!" I feel like spend most of my day talking to myself, do you other moms feel that way too? UGH! Anyway, after a few MILLION warnings and a pounding headache, I marched into the play room and announced... "Fine. You didn't pick up. We are not going."
Shrieks of horror erupted and I walked away to lock myself in the bathroom. After they calmed down I came out and repeated myself."You didn't pick up your toys. So we are not going to the park. PERIOD." Insert more uncontrollable screaming here. "Now, you will pick up every single toy in this house, OR, I will throw them in the trash!"
Well, they didn't stop screaming and they most definitely did not start cleaning. They were in pure agony.... agony I tell you! ;) In the past I have had to only take away one toy or "threaten" and they have hopped right to it. Not this time. This time they were feeding off of each other and testing me. AND.. I was out of patience. So, without saying another word I calmly grabbed a bunch of trash bags and started tossing the toys in.
Then, through the haze of mass melt down, I lost it. When all 4 are falling apart at the same time it's insanely overwhelming and very hard to regain control. So, I took back control and sent them to their rooms. I proceeded to put every single toy, book, action figure, barbie, car, doll, tool, etc. in the trash/garage.
When it was quiet I let them out and sat them down for a chat. I think it's really important to address them each as individuals. When I'm making a point, I make them look me right in the eyes and then repeat what they have learned. This takes some serious patience!
When we were done they wanted their toys back. Not a chance buddies. When Conor came home he found the garage the way I had left it. When he walked in he simply said, "So it was one of THOSE days eh?" My response... "Why oh WHY did I give up wine for Lent!?!"
This morning the kids were shocked to wake up and find that they STILL did not have any toys and were equally traumatized when they realized it was garbage day.
View from the play room window.
I promised NOT to let the garbage man take their stuff, IF they promised to earn each toy back. So, today we worked on that. For every kind/loving/good thing they did... they got to go pick out one toy. For every naughty/defiant behavior or action... they had to give the toy back. The garage is still packed full, but we are working on it and I'm sticking to my guns. This could take some time.
Scene of the crime...
On a happy note, they earned back the "privilege" of the park today and we enjoyed the sunshine this afternoon. The fresh air did all of us some good. Today was a much better day.
"We're getting out for good behavior! Woo hoo!!"(L to R)
Russ, Libby, Ally, Molly and Penny
I do believe I have made my point, Mommy tantrum and all! Follow through and consistency are key, but SO dang hard! Man has it been a long couple of days. ;)

Earning it back one toy at a time!
-Russell Man
Libs, not crying and ready to go!
Sweet Penny... the only child who doesn't talk back!
"Quick! Ally, play nice... maybe we can get our scooters back!"
-Ally and Molly
Happy weekend everyone! Have a great one!

PS: Thank you for all the AMAZING comments on my last post! I loved reading every single one and I'm so happy to know that so many of you have such WONDERFUL reasons for writing. That's the way it outta be! ;) Happy Blogging ya'll!!